Hello anybody reading this! Yeah, it's a little short, because I was gone all weekend and couldn't write, so, it's late as well... -Sigh.- Also, please interpret the last scene how you like. No one blame me if you imagine something... Well, just read it.
Blufox- Dirty pair is fun, ne?
Sakimi1014- I'm glad you liked it. I'll go ahead and update then!
Kawaii-Gaara-Chan- Well, there are still more Parent meetings to do, so I hope people don't get sick of them. I don't want to just make someone assume that two people's parents just 'agreed'. Doesn't sound very likely, does it?
DarkDemonCat- A melted heart? Eww, gooey... -Laughs.-
AnimeFan06- Yeah, I definitely understand, I always get really into fanfics... And then my friends have to deal with it when I whine about one, or get upset. That's why I try to avoid reading angst, it drives my friends insane! Yay! Anyway, just babbling here, please read on!
Shimizu Miki- Hey, hyper is good thing! Power to the hyper! Yay! -Had cake for breakfast this morning. Can you tell?-
Vierblith- Well, first of all thank you, and -Whew!- that's a lot of reading! Also, I've read your story, and I like it a lot... I saw your name, and I was like 'Haven't I seen that before?' And then I went 'Oh yeah!' So, um... I read your story, but from some crazy reason, didn't review... Gomen... I'll go do that now, okay? Thank you very much for your review!
EmoButterfly1- Please don't worry about posting long reviews, I don't mind. As for pairings, I don't care if you comment on those either, I just get curious some times. I'm a little 'pair-illiterate' sometimes, so I ask questions!
Dovaly- Well, feel free to huggle Yuushi all you want, but please be aware that Gakuto might go into a jealous rage and try to murder you.
ImmortalTigress- Well, some people are just mean, ne? I'll try not to get too angsty, but I do like writing angst every once in a while, so don't expect it to be perfectly angst free, because I'm afraid I can't deliver on that. I also like to think that Gakuto (And Eiji, too) is (Are) 'people smart'. Or maybe I just like making Gakuto mad. It's fun.
RaiPheonix015- I appreciate anything insane, and babblings are always welcome!! Also, don't worry about influencing me, because I would never feel pressured to use an idea I didn't like, and sometimes I do use suggestions that readers give me, once or twice in this story, in fact. As for Mizuki, I don't really hate him either. Well, not always, him and Atobe are characters that sometimes I love them, and others I hate them. On the days I hate them, I try to keep them out of the fic. -Laughs.- Anyway, please continue to read then.
SkyBlue147- I'm glad you liked it, and please do not fret, there will be more AkutsuDan, once I get to it. -laughs- I'm not done with them yet!
KiriharaAkaya- -Laughs.- I really wish I could have you kill them in the story, but I'm afraid that someone would hit me over the head with something very heavy. Well, I'm not sure I'd be too upset with that normally, but I'd have trouble typing while unconscious, so please wait until later chapters to see how the Dirty Pair deals!
Disclaimer- I do not own Prince of Tennis
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Soon, everyone had met back at Atobe's place, and arrangements were being made for everyone to get out to the 'Trivial Property', as Eiji had begun calling it. To Atobe's great displeasure, however, they had been informed that they would all have to have a hand in the chores. This wasn't a big deal to most of them, however, though it seemed that cooking would become a lot more hectic. It had been suggested that a professional should be hired for that, at least. Now, people were headed out to the cars.
Many people seemed tense, and Kunimitsu figured it was because they had to think about talking to their parents. He was certainly glad he didn't have to worry about that any more. As if following his thoughts, Fuji's hand came up to touch his shoulder.
"I'm glad that we don't have to worry," the tensai said softly, and Kunimitsu nodded. He had heard the slight catch in Fuji's voice however, and was not about to ignore it.
"Are you worried about Yuta-kun?" he asked, looking Fuji head on.
"... It's no secret that I distrust Mizuki..." Fuji replied.
"I know, Love, but perhaps you should trust Yuta a little more." Fuji looked at him with a shocked look on his face.
"Are you saying that I don't trust my brother? I would trust him with my life!" Kunimitsu, unperturbed by the borderline murderous look Fuji was now sending him, met Fuji's eyes evenly.
"Then why don't you trust him with his own?" Kunimitsu asked. He was rather annoyed, and knew that his words had the potential to hurt the tensai, but they needed to be said. Fuji's eyes widened, in hurt and surprise, but Kunimitsu went on, "Yuta-kun is a good boy. Even if you do not trust Mizuki-san, you should at least trust Yuta enough to let him make his own decisions. If he chooses to trust Mizuki, or have a relationship with him, then it is not any of your business. This would be the same as if Yuta told you that you could not be with me, under ant circumstances."
"You're different!" Fuji insisted. "You've never tried to hurt me. I know I can trust you."
"People change. Perhaps Mizuki is better now, we'll never know if you don't give him the chance." As he had activated his power in the beginning, Tezuka took advantage of it, and drew Fuji into his arms. "Shusuke, Love, I know you don't trust Mizuki, and to be honest, I don't really trust him either, but I really think that you should at least give him a chance. It's not as if we won't see it if he treats Yuta badly. We can keep an eye on them, if you like. Everything will be fine."
"I don't... I have to protect Yuta... Yuta is the good child... I have to protect him... They'll just hate me even more if... No... Hnn... Demon..." Fuji was mumbling, and it worried Kunimitsu.
"Love..." Kunimitsu tightened his hold on Fuji, and let his power drop. No one else was around anymore anyway. He kept himself alert, however, and would miss it if someone came in. He was ready to pull his power back up at any moment. "Shhh... Love, it's alright. It's alright. Shusuke, I love you. I love you, more than anything. It's alright." He rocked Fuji slightly, one arm wrapped securely around him, and his other hand held Fuji's head to his shoulder. The tensai was crying now, soundlessly, and Kunimitsu settled down on to the slightly raised platform where the DJ had been stationed the night before. Fuji curled up, more or less, on his lap.
"Shusuke, you're not a demon, and you don't have to protect Yuta to have people who love you," Kunimitsu whispered to him softly. "Yumiko loves you, Yuta loves you, all of your friends love you, I love you..." Footsteps alerted him that some one else was in the room, but he knew it was too late to use his power. He glanced up to see that it was Mizuki.
Glaring slightly, Kunimitsu mouthed the words 'Tell anyone what you've seen, and I will destroy you'. Mizuki's eyes widened, and he brought a hand up to cover his mouth, as if to silence an 'eep', and soundlessly left the room. Kunimitsu continued to rock Fuji quietly for a few moments longer.
"Kuni...Mitsu?" Fuji asked, looking up at him, dazed. "What happened?"
"Nothing," Kunimitsu gave him a loving smile. "You just slipped away for a moment. Everything is fine."
"Slipped away?" Fuji looked at him confused.
"It doesn't matter, Shusuke, it's over." Fuji seemed content with this answer, until he held a hand up to his eyes, feeling that they were a bit swollen from crying.
"I can't go out there like this..." He muttered softly. Kunimitsu smiled at him, reassuringly.
"Don't worry, no one will even see you."
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"They are going to let us room together, aren't they, Youhei?" Kouhei asked his older brother. Youhei shrugged his shoulders.
"They might," he said, dropping his bag into the room they were sleeping in, for at least that evening, and sighed heavily. "After all, there is that rumor about us, you know."
Kouhei's nose wrinkled in disgust. "Hanamura-sensei doesn't believe that, though," he pointed out, "Do you think they would split us up anyway?"
"Like I said, they might," Youhei placed his pillow on the bed he would be using, and Kouhei fumed. He was not happy that his twin seemed to have much more on his mind, and was not bothering to share it with him.
"Youhei!" Kouhei snapped. The other half of the unit turned to him, his eyes blank, and his mind clearly elsewhere. Upon seeing that look in his twin's eyes, Kouhei sighed. He wasn't going to get anywhere, he could tell.
"Do you like Kiyosumi Sengoku?" Youhei suddenly asked.
"Sengoku?!" Kouhei spat out, looking embarrassed and surprised. "W-where did you get that impression?!" Youhei gave him a look like 'well?', and Kouhei sighed. "He's hot, alright. Very muscular. Maybe I like him... a little..."
"I thought so." Youhei smiled slightly, and started walking out of the room.
"Hey! Wait! What about you? Do you like someone?" Kouhei hollered after him, and Youhei just chuckled. "Hey! Youhei!!" He ran after his twin.
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The property was large. Very large. That was Fuji's first thought. His second was that they should paint symbols on all of the bedroom doors, or else they would never know who's room was who's. The second thought was pushed farther back into his mind as the first one took priority.
He let the winds engulf him again, and, invisible as he still was, he let a hand up to his eyes, to see if the swelling had gone down. It had, thank goodness, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Kunimitsu, watching all of this, as he was the only one who could, slowly released Fuji from his power, so that the other boy suddenly materialized on the front lawn, startling a few people nearby.
"It's big," Fuji spoke his mind, thankful that his voice was not hoarse from crying. He had no idea how much or how hard he had cried in the time he had 'slipped away', and he didn't want anyone else to know that he had cried at all. He was supposed to be perfect. A tensai.
"Hai," Kunimitsu answered, picking up both his and Fuji bags, until Fuji glared at him slightly. He placed Fuji's bag on the ground once more, and the tensai picked it up, swinging it over his shoulder. Now, where could he find some paint? He could just fly into town and buy some, but wasn't there someone living on the property who painted? Oh, Hanamura Aoi painted... Speaking of which, he should probably ask for permission before painting on doors...
Kunimitsu steered the tensai silently o the room Ryuzaki had told them was theirs. Actually, she had pretty much only told Kunimitsu, as Fuji was off thinking about something or other. Second floor, to the left, third on the right...
Kunimitsu and Fuji entered the room silently, and Fuji immediately dropped his bag and hopped onto the bed on the right. Kunimitsu smiled, knowing that Fuji was wordlessly telling him that they would both be using that bed from now on.
Fuji grinned even wider as he saw that Kunimitsu understood what he was thinking, as the buchou dropped his own bag. Kunimitsu sauntered over to Fuji's side, and leaned over. His lips were close, so close, to Fuji's ear and then he whispered...
"We need to unpack." Hmm... Fuji decided to get him back for that one later.
In the mean time, he sat up, smiled, and replied, "Yes, we do."
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"So, what is your plan, Sir Gentleman?" Niou asked sarcastically. He had gotten his parents' permission quite easily, as they had given up on restraining him, but Yagyuu hadn't seemed to have any strategy so far. Niou wished for a moment that Yagyuu would just tell him what he was thinking, instead of making him guess all the time. Still, if he did that, he wouldn't be Yagyuu, and Niou was a good guesser any way.
They were at the bespectacled boy's house, planning to stay for dinner. Perhaps Yagyuu planed to bring them up then. That wouldn't be very fun, Niou thought, but he could sit through it, he figured.
Niou had never actually met Yagyuu's family, despite all of the times he had been to the other boy's house. It was strange, but no one ever seemed to be around. Not that Niou minded, of course, seeing as it was much easier for them to do the things they wanted to without someone listening to every sound they made.
"Trust me, Masaharu," Yagyuu said simply. Niou sighed, but both he and Yagyuu knew that he wasn't going to do anything about it. He would let Yagyuu handle this one, and would sit by as passively as was possible, for him, at least. Which pretty much meant that he was going to be his usual self, and let the Yagyuu's parents know exactly what they were in for.
Well, alright, he wasn't going to do that, not only because Yagyuu would kill him for it later, but also because he really wanted to keep what he and Yagyuu had together. He had never been able to really connect with anyone else before, and if he lost Yagyuu, he feared he would never be able to have that kind of connection ever again. He would hate that. He would never admit it, but he didn't like who he was before Yagyuu.
When he thought about it, he was simply a terrible person. Other people were just plastic toys made for him to manipulate. Women and sometimes even men were just objects he could use for his own pleasure. He had fooled around a lot, before Yagyuu. So much, in fact, that it was amazing he didn't have any STDs, which he had made sure of before taking his and Yagyuu's relationship to that level. In fact, he had waited until they had been going out for over six months before even bringing it up, though Yagyuu had mentioned it a few times, because he had read (And yes, Niou is capable of reading) that HIV could be in your blood stream for six months and not be detected. It would have killed Niou to hurt Yagyuu in any way, so he had been very, very careful.
"Masaharu," Yagyuu said, running a hand over Niou's arm, and bringing him out of his thoughts. "Come on, dinner is ready down there."
Dinner was mostly quiet, as Niou figured he should have expected from Yagyuu's family. Yagyuu's little sister seemed to be the only one even really interested him, at first. Niou was trying to be good, and quiet, and let Yagyuu handle this however he wanted, but, then, he made a mistake.
It was a stupid habit had developed. A stupid habit, which, in a place like Japan, insinuated that he and Yagyuu were more than just friends. He knew it was too late, however, and he put the forkful of food into his mouth. Food that he had nonchalantly taken right off of Yagyuu's plate. Not his smartest move ever. It was something he had gotten used to doing, however, as he and Yagyuu always shared their lunches at school. He was used to just grabbing what he wanted off of Yagyuu's plate, while Yagyuu helped himself to whatever he wanted of Niou's, The only difference between doing that here, and do that there, was that at school people just thought they were strange. Here, Yagyuu's parents were sure to look further into it.
"Niou-kun," Yagyuu's mom smiled in a way very similar to Yagyuu himself. "You're Hiroshi's doubles partner, right?" Niou nodded, trying to swallow when his throat seemed suddenly very tight. Just when he'd managed, Yagyuu pressed his lips against his, his tongue invading Niou's mouth. Niou, at first, was so surprised and stunned by Yagyuu's sudden actions, that he couldn't even react. That, however, lasted for only about a second, and then Niou began kissing Yagyuu hotly back, fighting for control of the kiss. He felt Yagyuu's lips twist into a smile, and the gentleman surrendered control. They kissed for several moments, oblivious of Yagyuu's family, until both were out of breath.
"That and more," Yagyuu huffed, looking at his stunned parents with determined eyes. "That and more."
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"Thank you, 'Kaasan," Yukimura smiled, and hung up the phone. He glanced over at Sanada, "Well, that's it."
"Hai," Sanada said, smiling across the room. He had handled both of their parents easily, his smooth voice winning them over so easily. He was extremely glad that this time Yukimura's extensive persuasion skills were not pointed towards him. Oh, Yukimura's smile was looking a bit sly now, perhaps he and thought too soon.
"Gen..." Yukimura practically purred. Sanada gulped. This was no a good idea, was it? Yukimura crossed the room swiftly, his hips swaying slightly as he walked. Sanada just stared, unable to tear his eyes away. "Hmm..." He kissed Sanada softly. "Let's make the most of this, shall we?" Sanada blushed, trying to grasp exactly what Yukimura meant by that, but finally nodded.
"Hai." As soon as the word was out of his mouth, Yukimura was laying on top of him, kissing him delicately. Sanada smiled slightly, and flipped the both of them over.